I was writing a Mother’s Day card to my own mother last night, ruminating on all that she’s done for me and realizing the vastness of those efforts as I care for my own son, that my mind fell upon a word that captures the gravity of motherhood. Or at least a fraction of it. Ache. A lovely ache. An exquisite pain that comes from loving someone so much that you’ll never be whole again without them.
I guess I should back up.
There is a new person in my life. He’s new to me and to the world. I carried him through a bitterly cold winter and he was born in a small room overlooking the Hudson River. His name is Cameron. And today is my very first Mother’s Day.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the wonderful mothers in my life. Read last year’s Tribute to Mothers for a glimpse of these amazing women.
I’m so lucky to be part of your tribe.